Víðarr is actively shattering. Parts of him coming undone, unglued, unhinged. Only rage. It takes him over in the worst way, blooming from his belly and catching fire in his heart. In his chest. There's only hurt in the viking, and he would deal that hurt back ten fold. Loathsome beast as it is, thrashing and trembling, jerking backwards. There's so much blood. Movements uncanny and erratic, though Víðarr doesn't relent. He can't.
The fates have been cruel one too many times. For all the grief and mourning, all the love and loss in the shadow, he unleashes the poor feelings on his prey. No longer an enemy, no, this is prey. This is for destroying, for obliterating. Only chaos. Only destruction. Getting as tight a grip as he can, Víðarr attempts to hold tight with his spiked gauntlets, his teeth. Steadying himself and shredding into the worm like a man possessed.
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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